SFS Chapter 438 Just do it
Chapter 438 Just do it
Just when it was getting busy, more people came to Tangjia Village.
Batches of people who were doing corvée labor entered the village, and they were escorted and supervised by many yamen runners.
Vehicles carrying bricks came into the village, all carrying well-fired green bricks.
Vehicles carrying tiles also stopped at the entrance of the village.
At this time, a man who looked like a small leader was seen arranging several people to put up a small sign at the entrance of Tangjia Village, which read: Military Supply Village No. 307.
Shen Zhiqiu and Tang Lizheng were still excited but had to receive these people.
The chief asked Shen Zhiqiu: "These corvées will stay here at night. Where will they build their sheds?"
Shen Zhiqiu and Tang Lizheng looked at each other, and Tang Lizheng hurried forward and told:
"Sir, there are wild beasts on this mountain. It's not safe to build a shed without a wall. Although there is some open space in the Jiuzu courtyard, we can't let these old people go."
The little leader was a police chief in the county government, his surname was Wang, he said:
"Don't worry about that. Just divide the land and put up a fence around it. Have guards patrol at night. Even if a wild animal comes, with so many people around, can it be afraid of it?"
Well, since Captain Wang has said so,
Shen Zhiqiu pointed to a random spot and told:
"Then let's go this way. It's close to our well, and it won't block the slope. It just needs to be not directly north of our house."
Tang Lizheng picked up the trumpet hanging on his waist and shouted to the corvées, "Come on, follow me and build the sheds you will live in."
Then he shouted at Master Tang San, "Brother San, take some people to cut bamboo to build huts and fences."
Shen Zhiqiu was also arranging things for the people of the Nine Clans.
Shen Fugui hurried home and brought back some loudspeakers to separate the group.
He held a loudspeaker and shouted to the team pulling bricks and tiles: "Those pulling bricks and tiles, follow me, come on, get on the bridge. Our village's stone bridge is solid and newly built, it won't collapse."
A number of carts carrying bricks followed behind Shen Fugui, watching him holding the strange gadget and shouting, "How can the noise be so loud?"
A group of Nine Clans boys came over, and one of them stood at a distance, also holding a loudspeaker and shouting: "Follow, follow."
The lead truck has already started unloading bricks at the designated location, and it is no exaggeration to say that the following truck has not even entered the village yet.
At the end, Da Hu also held a loudspeaker and said, "Don't worry, just follow the team."
At the brick unloading site, many strong laborers from Tangjia Village and the Nine Clans lined up to help unload the truck.
Although there were a lot of people, it wasn't chaotic at all.
The women of the Jiu clan also set up large pots in the original car sheds and boiled water in the pots, planning to make egg soup.
What if you don't have enough eggs? Then go to the village to buy some.
On the first day, these corvées were not allowed to eat only dry food. Although the nine clans did not have to provide meals for these corvées, making some soup for them was also a gesture of kindness.
Old Lady Hua saw that many women from Tangjia Village had also sent eggs from their homes. She hurried over to the place where the shack was built, grabbed a yamen runner and told him:
"Sir, these villagers came to build a workshop for us. We will make some egg soup. Please tell them to cut some bamboo and make some bamboo bowls. I will call you when the egg soup is ready.
From now on, we will prepare some soup for you every day as a token of our appreciation.”
The yamen runner also said cheerfully: "Okay, thank you, old lady."
"No thanks, no thanks. You're all working for us. A bowl of soup is nothing."
As for the big pot, there are also families in Tangjia Village who have many pots and stoves at home. They have set up big pots here. Looking around, there are at least dozens of them.
The pot was bubbling with heat, and minced ginger and frangipani were bubbling. A dozen women shredded the cabbage and put a handful into the big pot.
Once a pot is ready, it is placed into a large plastic bucket and carried to the place where the shed is built.
The long table that Shen Youyou and her friends used for their stall has been set up here.
At noon, when it was time for lunch, carts carrying dry food came into the village. There were 1,500 laborers in total. Each of them was given two corn-steamed buns.
Each member of the nine clans was given a bamboo bowl of egg soup.
These yamen runners were temporarily transferred from the team that was building the temple in Shuntian Prefecture. In order not to delay the work, they were sent here first.
The chief constable of Fang County said that the county magistrate was already arranging corvée labor for the county, and they would be able to arrive tomorrow at the latest. Today, these corvée laborers would first build shacks.
We also need to build shacks for the subsequent corvées. Once the 1,500 corvées from Fang County arrive tomorrow, we can officially start construction.
Therefore, because Shen Zhiqiu and his team were building a workshop, the service time of these 1,500 corvées had to be extended, and they were originally dissatisfied.
The Jiuzu prepared egg soup for me on the first day, which helped relieve the pain a lot.
In the afternoon, all the strong men in the village were helping the corvée to build huts. Shen Zhiqiu also discussed with the head constable:
"Aren't you responsible for the meals? Where do the steamed breads come from? They are cold by the time they reach the hands of the villagers doing corvée labor. It's getting colder and colder, and people can't stand eating cold food all the time."
When the head constable came, he might have been reminded by the county magistrate or the county magistrate, and he told him in a very good manner:
"Don't worry, the food team will be here soon. We bought ready-made dry food from somewhere else for lunch because of the time issue."
Sure enough, not long after, carts carrying rations for the corvées arrived, as well as animal carts carrying large iron pots and iron spoons.
However, when it came to hiring women from the village to help with cooking, Shen Zhiqiu assigned this task to the headman's wife, Dou, and his mother, Old Lady Hua.
The young men from the Jiu clan dismantled the tea shed and rebuilt it near the corvée shacks.
Old Man Shen also anxiously asked Shen Zhiqiu: "San'er, if we continue to build the foundation in the north, what should we do with our well? We can't just fill it up and dig a new one."
Shen Zhiqiu thought for a moment and said, "It's OK. Let's use those old blue bricks to build a well wall to level with our foundation, and then add soil.
In the future, you won’t need to go up and down the hill to fetch water. At most, you just need to extend the palm rope on the well handle a little longer. It won’t take much effort.”
On the grain cart side, Shen Youyou was holding a small notebook to record how much grain was in each cart. After all, this was the ration for corvée labor, and it couldn't be confused with their own grain.
Gao Shuangxi, Shen Wangcai, Shen Wangfu, Shen Tiezhu and other strong laborers lined up to carry food down.
In fact, there were people unloading the goods, but they complained about their slow speed.
The women of the nine tribes were responsible for directing the strong laborers on where to store the grain.
Food is precious, and women are careful enough to use all the open space in the house to store the food.
During this time, Shen Youyou took a look and found that some houses only had an aisle left, and the rest was filled with grain.
Shen Yuanbao, Shen Luming and other little kids were not idle. They were like little adults, leading the empty carts away so as not to delay the unloading of grain carts behind.
In one hand he held a small trumpet, and in the other he held a small bamboo pole tied with a red cloth.
Every few meters, they waved their bamboo poles and shouted, "Uncle, go ahead!"
Another: “Just keep moving forward.”
Then: "Yes, here is the turn, you can turn around."
Until the last one, Shen Erbao, this time he came to lead his younger brothers. He stood at the entrance of the village and bowed: "Thank you for your hard work, uncle. Goodbye!"